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Walking out of Chinatown, Iroh shook his head, which was a little dizzy from drinking, opened the cap of the mineral water bottle, rinsed his mouth, spit it out, and then took another sip before he felt more comfortable, and walked on the streets of the city with a sway.

As the largest producer of oranges in Europe, orange can be seen everywhere on the streets of Valencia, and it is really a veritable orange city, and the vegetation on the suburban streets is almost all orange trees.

Walking on the street, feeling the cool night breeze blowing from the Mediterranean, finding a stone bench on the side of the street where you can sit and rest, lying down, looking at the sky, full of stars, this qiē seems to predict that tomorrow will be another good weather.

Of course, Iroh didn't think that far, he was just quietly looking at the sky, not because of anything, but because he was homesick, he came to Valencia alone for more than two months, but he hadn't made a phone call home, I don't know what my parents are doing now, I don't know if my sister is naughty at home.

Turn your head sideways and look at the young couple on the side of the road, snuggling up to each other, either the father holding his son's hand, or the three generations of a family walking in the square opposite......

"Hey, I don't want to, I don't know if there's a sexy and beautiful Spanish girl waiting for me somewhere on this beautiful night, hey," Iroh still has a very strong ability to adjust his mood, sat up, and continued to walk the road ahead.

Because it was a little late, there was no bus back, and I wanted to take a taxi to go back, looking at the two 100 euro bills that had not been touched in my wallet, I felt a little distressed about the hard-earned 'hard-earned money', and was ready to carry forward the Grande style and walk back!

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Since winning her first WTA Tour title at the Japan Open last year and her second WTA title in Quebec, Maria. Sharapova felt that this autumn was simply bad luck for her.

Not to mention the third round of the Australian Open, and the quarterfinals of the French Open a few days ago, Sharapova was in a super bad mood, and after losing 0-2 to Serena Williams at the French Open, she sent a text message to her father, who is also an agent, turned off her mobile phone, and inexplicably flew from Paris to Valencia.

After getting off the plane, I booked a hotel casually, and came out to relax after washing.

Out of the hotel along the main road, keep walking, no turn, Sharapova Bi is still a 17-year-old girl, the mood comes and goes quickly, she is more playful, she was soon fascinated by this orange city, different customs, strong Spanish handsome guy made her heart tremble. In this strange country, the lonely soul sometimes needs to be comforted, Sharapova thought about it, she is already 17 years old, she can play properly, relax and relax...... Thinking about it, he whispered, "What am I thinking, dizzy." ”

It wasn't until I came to a bar called "elsue-odeun-bar" that I stopped, thought for a moment, pushed open the door that was only up to my waist, and was led by the waiter at the door, and sat down on a seat near the side of the piano.

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Walking to an intersection, Iroh was stopped by a police officer in a police uniform, but he was polite, "I'm sorry, sir, something happened ahead, so I can only trouble you to take a detour." ”

"But that's my way home, Mr. Policeman." Iroh said, pointing to the road ahead.

"I'm really sorry, but you're still going to have to take a detour." Although Mr. Police was very polite, his tone was unusually firm, "Our colleagues are still dealing with it in front of us"

"What? What's the big deal?? ”

"Don't ask what you shouldn't!" The policeman glanced at Iroh, "Please take a detour." ”

Since this road is not passable, then you can only take a detour, remember that the right line is also able to go back to the apartment, but the distance is a little farther, remember that in front of the post station there is a very special bar, called "elsue-odeun-bar" Chinese means dream bar, this bar Elo and Andy, Kisson have been to a few times, this bar but different from other bars, or this bar may be called 'Qing bar' more appropriate.

This type of bar operation is more suitable for more active but perhaps unaccompanied guests, so that guests can enjoy the bartender's bartending when they are bored. , and the bartender can also chat with them when he is free, and even play simple games with the guests to relieve the guests' worries, this kind of bar is the most humane, and the guests often become good friends with the bartender, so that the bar has a certain number of regular customers.

It just so happened that a familiar and elegant melody of piano music spread from the elsue-odeun-bar, and it seemed to have a magical power that attracted Iroh and walked in.

Iroh pushed open the door, said hello to the waiter at the door, and walked to the middle bartending table of this bar, wanting to say hello to Xiao Lei, a Chinese student who is a junior at the University of Valencia and working part-time here, but saw that he was busy bartending, and by the way, he teased the blonde beauty who watched him bartending, so he casually found a vacant seat to sit down and ordered a glass of juice and an orange plate.

With his palms supporting his chin, his elbows resting on the bar, and his eyes looking at the blonde boy playing the piano, in the words of later generations, this guy can exude elegance between his fingers, and listen carefully to this "previous life" his favorite piano song "The Mark of the Rain"

This song is written by Lee Yeumin, the musician who is best at depicting love in South Korea, and when he wrote this song, it was on a starry night, and suddenly there was a rain, which made Lee Yunmin feel and wrote the song "The Mark of the Rain".

Just as Iroh was carefully savoring this piece and his soul quickly rose to a certain level, Xiao Lei slapped Aelo's shoulder with a "snap", and said teasingly: "What? Are the big stars coming here again? He looked at the bar again and asked curiously, "Hey, didn't your two teammates come together today?" ”

Iroh just wanted to get angry, but when he saw that it was Xiao Lei, he lowered his head and drank a sip of juice, peeled a piece of orange with his hand, and after eating it, he said slowly, "I want to play against the Sevilla youth team tomorrow, they are congenitally deficient, and they are afraid of the old man, so they will go back first." ”

Xiao Lei seemed to be accustomed to Ailuo's contemptuous but joking way of speaking, and smiled, "There's a blonde beauty sitting over there, why don't you grasp it yourself?" He pointed to the table on the side of the young man playing the piano.

"Xiao—"

After hearing someone shouting to himself, Xiao Lei turned his head to answer, leaned down, and whispered in Ailuo's ear, "Hehe, I've been observing for a long time" and looked sideways at the clock on the wall, "It's been more than an hour since a person drank alcohol there", and after finishing speaking, he winked at Ailuo before returning to his post to bartend.

"Bring me two glasses of your secret 'heart blooming'" Ailuo walked over to Xiao Lei's side, ordered two glasses of wine meaningfully, and then the two smiled knowingly.

Soon, Xiao Lei mixed the wine. Iroh took two glasses of still bubbling wine and walked towards the blonde beauty.

"Beautiful young lady, I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to a glass of wine?" With an expression that he thought was very elegant and very handsome, Iroh asked softly.

"Huh? What did you say?? The blonde beauty frowned, as if she was not happy to be disturbed, but out of good self-cultivation, she glanced up and replied in vague English.

"Hey, beautiful young lady, I wonder if it's an honor to treat you to a glass of wine?" Iroh repeated what he had just said in English.

The blonde beauty pouted, "Can you come up with something new?" ”

Elo laughed dryly, shrugged his shoulders, and had a very helpless expression, "Seeing such a beautiful young lady as you, I really can't find other words to talk to"

"Pick-up?" The blonde beauty frowned, "Hmph, aren't you Oriental people very subtle?" ”

"We have a very popular Chinese idiom called 'Don't see beauty,'" said Iroh, who put two glasses of wine on the table and sat down opposite the blonde beauty, holding her chin in her hands

"Don't see the beauty?"

"It means that when you see a beautiful woman who makes your heart move, if you don't grasp it well and pursue it boldly, then she will soon belong to someone else." After Iroh finished explaining, he picked up the glass of 'Joyful Heart', touched the blonde beauty's wine glass, and then took a sip of wine, and glanced at it secretly from the corner of his eye, with a tall nose, fair skin, and slightly curly blond hair, but it always felt a little familiar.

"Haha, are you Orientals so humorous?" The blonde beauty searched for memories and said, "Are you Japanese?" Korean? Or the Chinese?? Because the first two kinds of people she has the most contact with, and the last one is only in passing.

Ailo pouted, after crossing, he still did not like Japan and South Korea, and said unhappily "I am - Chinese - " After speaking, he found that he seemed to have forgotten to introduce himself, so he quickly stretched out his right hand, "Hello, my name is Ai Luo, Chinese, now playing in Valencia." "The youth team was selectively forgotten by Iro!

The blonde beauty is also a cheerful person: "Hello, my name is Maria. Sharapova, Russian"

Iroh was stunned for a moment, and a lot of information quickly popped up in his head:

In 2004, at the age of 17, Sharapova won her first career Grand Slam title at Wimbledon.

On August 22, 2005, he reached the top of the world for the first time.

In 2006, he won his second Grand Slam at the US Open.

In 2008, he won his third Grand Slam at the Australian Open.

In 2012, he won the French Open for the first time and won his fourth Grand Slam.

And the most important thing that cannot be ignored by Iroh: in 2006, she was selected as the most beautiful female athlete by the American "Sports Illustrated"!

No way! No wonder it looks so familiar!